Rivers flow, winds blow,

Darkness cease and the lights glow,

They flock together,

Those of the same feather,

But I ain’t moving even in bad weather,

Coz I feel so alone,

And my mind is blown.

The wound in me is ripe and swollen,

My heart is broken.

I ain’t moving coz am disabled,

My close aids left me coz they got enabled.

My fingers can’t hold,

So that my pen can write,

But still the paper I unfold,

And it’s written the naked truth of life.

In this hot sunny day,

They’ve left me to sweat all day,

And when the heavy rains and police come my way,

My feet ain’t fit to take me away.

I got no wheel,

And they’ve got no idea how I feel.

But now my deaf ears are listening,

To the silence of His speech,

His word is so much touching,

Blind but through it I ain’t falling into the pitch.

My speech is off but what I do,

Speaks a lot of what He did,

I love Him like He loves me too,

On the cross He all did.

And now all that I do is bend,

My knees and raise my head,

My blind eyes to the mountain,

Coz there I see a fountain,

Of light,that will get me through this pain.





Author: sander_ochy

I am a journalist, a poet, a spoken word artist, a writer, and performer. Life is all I write about. #Freeverse254

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